My Poem - 'I dies many times'

I dies many times

My heart aches with illusion,

self confused by mirages

constructed in the moonlight.

My head spins on it's Axis

searching for a greener way,

playing with ideas that

reek sweetly of destruction.

A flower inspires sickness

in me. Shameless butterflies

dance deep down within the gut.

Wafting up fears of the same

stuff I yearn to be close to.

Looking mirror, spinning my 

intention. Heavenly nymph

skipping on the astral plane

come sing, sing your song again.

Ruin my life I care not,

for your natural melody 

haunts me wherever I go.

To embrace you I have to

die a death, hence all my fear.

Though to live, do we not have

to die a death of sorts first?

I entered this world in blood,

screaming an invocation

to the apex of my soul.

Pan played his pipes live aside

my Mothers form as she pushed

out my flesh, the great temple.

I care greatly for love, but

lust is where it all began.

We are created in 'sin'.

Pagan heaven is Christian hell.

Yes, for there is where I strive.

So fuck it, let me die.

Then I will know I'm alive.

My poem - 'Stars to be forgotten'

STARS TO BE FORGOTTEN

Some are drunk upon their own image,
believe their own hype and do not see
what they really are. There's a limit
to egotiscal illusions.

Facades are destined to be lonely
because they lie, they steal and they cheat.
They're pumped up characters, they're phony,
sucking on the sycophants they meet. 

They run out of artistic vision
as they forget who they really are.
Unaware of the pending schism
in the good church that brought them this far.

Life is nothing without reflection,
which fuels the central furnace called Heart.
The shallow path leads to infection
and keeps hidden the meaning of Star.

Hecate an Me (Part 2)

Dear Reader,

To continue. . .

A few days after giving the speech in Part 1 of this post I had a visit.

The usual protocol which surrounds these things ensued, at around 2 - 3 in the morning my body became stiff as a board and I could not move apart from the involuntary jolting jitters which were flinging my corpse about. It had been a while since anything like this had happened with this intensity so I felt rather happy and curious about what would occur. As I tried my best to clear the mind to enjoy the ride I felt a scrape down my left toe.

A scrape as in a fingernail scratching at my skin.

Que X-files music.

This was different to when Lilith came to fuck my guts out (please see 'The Night I Met Lilith' post in June), this was something requesting entry rather than forcing it, so I said internally 'Yes, please pass through, you are welcome'.

Then in an instant I percieved multi-colour flashes of light all around, like streaks of rainbow painting the room, these stopped and I saw a Witch at the end of the bed. A Witch pulled straight out of a fairytale, however instead of the modern bitter old croan I saw one with a beaming great smile. One who looked kind and full of life.

One to be respected.

'Heeeeeeeeeeeeeal?'

I heard her say in a voice to warm the heart with joy.

I said 'yes, please.'

She then flew around the room sprinkling what I shall unashamedly call rainbow sparkle dust over my partner and me. I recieved rush after rush of ecstasy through my mind, body and soul. This was not an erotic power, but one of pure love with no A-Grade MDMA needed at all.

I was very happy indeed.

She then proceeded to tell me how proud she was of me, in particular with the message I portrayed in my speech. What mattered was I got up and did it, I told MY truth on the matter and that is wholly important.

This is a philosphy that is applicable to all aspects of our lives and is something we should all endeavour to do, no matter in what realm we are talking of or what fears there may be before we vocalise our truth.

We then continued to natter in the ether about various things in my life including my dogs, she really loves my dogs.

This is a very lovely tale indeed.

Peace be upon you dear Reader,

Rednaxela

Hecate and Me (Part 1)

Dear Reader,

I gave the following speech as part of my course I am fighting to stay on, we were tasked with researching Greek Gods and Goddesses. I chose the wonderful and much misrepresented Hecate. Keep your eyes peeled for part two, where I reveal what the lady herself had to say when she visited me late one night. Oh I do love being clinically insane. . .

'Hecate is an ancient Goddess from an earlier pre-Greek stratum of myth. The Greeks came so see her as a daughter of the Titans Perses and Asteria, making her cousin to Artemis. She was one of the main Gods worshipped in Athenian households as a protective Goddess and one who bestowed all the blessings of everyday life. A Goddess of Magick and of Witchcraft.

She was viewed as part of the Olympian company, however she was unique in that fact she had dominion over the Sky, Earth and the Underworld. Zeus honoured her above all. She ruled over the point where three paths met. These places were treated as sacred, the crossroads were hers.  Perhaps she was there on the junction when Oedipus murdered his own Father fulfilling the prophecy. It could be that Sophocles knew her, as within our Human Sphere she presides over the three great mysteries of birth, life, and death. 

The Patriarchal society which developed in the later classical period gave rise to a dualistic view of spiritual forces warring against each other in the human soul, turning Hecate into a prime target for demonisation. Reflecting right the way down  into the medieval period with it’s organised Church of men hunting Witches. To this place right now, where you’ll be looking for a long time to find a positive depiction of the wise woman archetype in our own popular culture. The kind old Hag. Where is she?

The current image of the wicked old witch is merely a document of an unconscious fear of the feminine that men have suppressed into  a completely one sided patriarchy.

The ancient Greeks knew her power. She is connected with, but totally independent from the masculine principal. Guardian of the unconscious, our dark side, and a personification of the need to explore the three fold nature of us which manifests as mind, body and soul.   

Hecate was often viewed as a triple moon goddess, the moon is dark planet being that it has no light of its own. The light that comes from the Moon is reflected sunlight so it is interesting that Artemis is the brother of Apollo, meaning that Artemis is a direct link to the solar forces for our beloved Hecate. Don’t be scared of the dark boys, Mummy knows best.'

Peace be upon you dear Reader,

Rednaxela